Finished Folds (661—680)
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4Captain's Log, supplemental. We have arrived in orbit around Foldinus Prime to settle a dispute between the creatures known as GreenBananas and buddyboy4711. Negotiations have
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4fooled him into buying cheap ketchup and pouring it all over himself. It wasn't so much the sticky red condiment, or even the ants. He would never understand why a bear wanted to
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2to his old tricks, substituting just about every inanimate object he could find with Folger's Crystals, just to see who'd notice the difference. That creepy little doll scared
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2So yeah, I once new this guy from Nantucket, y'know? And he was all
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4But that's okay. I'd chosen a skunk as my human-animal hybrid. Nobody was gonna mess with me. ;)
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6he cherished with all of his soul. She took a spud to the head, which actually INCREASED her intelligence. Unfortunately, this also caused her to become extremely picky about
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23) Elmo has access to a secret stash of booze and meth. It's huge. Make sure to mix it and distribute it to all the swamp monsters. Then they'll stop hating cookies. 4)
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3Especially when my family invited me over for Hannukristmagivingween. That was just too much. I flipped my lid, drove all the way up there, and
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5who could read braille. That would show them. See, they wanted to 'blindside' the man. Get it? Oh, I crack me up. So anyway, the plan went as follows: The shark would
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5middle of the target! His boss screamed like a little girl as he fell into the dunk tank. Everyone laughed. Everyone, except for Jeff, sitting by himself by the beer tent.
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3It was on. He beaned me with the olive tray, I shoved his face into the pudding, he stuffed my nose full of squash, and I impaled him with a turkey leg. Ah, Christmas back home.
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2So I stood up and told them "Yo, dawgs, homey don't play dat. Ya wanna jive wit' me? Ya gotta play it all cool. None o' dat Drinky Crow stuff, y'know?" Man, I am so white.
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6come to find out that spaghetti was a religion unto itself. Pastafarians, who worship the Flying Spaghetti Monster, would not tolerate such attacks on their meatballs. They rose
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4all the while like a deranged R2-D2 on meth. It annoyed the heck out of the janitorial supplies, though the broom wanted to just sweep it under the rug. Number 409, however,
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1The hero's rap unwittingly released the foul demons of the netherworld unto the stage, who devoured his opponent, the DJ equipment, then the entire audience. He stood triumphant.
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3But the man just floated off the side of the building and stayed right at my level. His anti-gravity aura was working too well. Growing even more frustrated, I searched for the
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2while it certainly has its advantages, is just not as much FUN as shoving half a bagel into your mouth and swallowing it without chewing. Herb decided to copy Herbasaur, something
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5-r fell into the hole and down through a long, dark tunnel into another dimension. A dimension of not only sight and sound but of mind. He saw a signpost up ahead. "Oh great,"
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2her bar mitvah. But that wasn't kosher, and neither were the cookies, despite being laced with fabric softener. Was there ANYTHING she could do to turn the Tide of fate?
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4There once was a man from Nantucket